[The noise is vaguely like a yes in answer to the question, but it's cut off by a sharp intake of breath as she shifts to look towards -- she thinks it must be Shirley's voice, though something sounds different about it. Less muffled, setting aside the mild ringing in her ears. She's surprised when she sees...well, her vision is still blurry and her head is still spinning, but the splotches of colour aren't a wall. She can at least tell that's a person and, more importantly, a blonde person.
They were in the same cell? Did they forget which cell she was supposed to be in? She isn't going to complain. It feels like forever since she's seen another real person. (Orerines don't count as people. That seems to be the Orerines view on Ferines, anyway, so turnabout is fair play.)
When she speaks, her voice is raspy.]
I'm...still alive? I thought for sure this time, I was going to....
[She doesn't end that sentence. She doesn't want to think about that moment of understanding -- not acceptance, as she struggled against and cursed that seemingly unstoppable fate -- that this was the end of her life and that the next time she passed out from the pain would be one she never woke from. It terrifies her.]
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[The noise is vaguely like a yes in answer to the question, but it's cut off by a sharp intake of breath as she shifts to look towards -- she thinks it must be Shirley's voice, though something sounds different about it. Less muffled, setting aside the mild ringing in her ears. She's surprised when she sees...well, her vision is still blurry and her head is still spinning, but the splotches of colour aren't a wall. She can at least tell that's a person and, more importantly, a blonde person.
They were in the same cell? Did they forget which cell she was supposed to be in? She isn't going to complain. It feels like forever since she's seen another real person. (Orerines don't count as people. That seems to be the Orerines view on Ferines, anyway, so turnabout is fair play.)
When she speaks, her voice is raspy.]
I'm...still alive? I thought for sure this time, I was going to....
[She doesn't end that sentence. She doesn't want to think about that moment of understanding -- not acceptance, as she struggled against and cursed that seemingly unstoppable fate -- that this was the end of her life and that the next time she passed out from the pain would be one she never woke from. It terrifies her.]